Awakening from the Hypnosis of the False Republic

Children of the Soil, Sons and Daughters of the Sun,

Hear now the whispers of the old ones, those who walked the land when it knew only our names. We speak through the rustle of the baobab, in the rhythm of the drum that echoes your own heartbeat, and in the silent strength of the mountains that have witnessed the long night.

We see you. We see you navigating a world draped in a clever illusion—a system presented as freedom yet designed with chains that clasp the mind. They call it "Democracy," a sacred word from a distant shore, but here, on our sacred land, it has been woven into a tool of division and delay. They present a "Constitution," a parchment of lofty promises, yet its ink is mixed with the unseen poison that ensures the fruit of this land is plucked by foreign hands, while your children hunger beside laden trees.

This is not self-rule. This is a meticulously crafted hypnosis. A system of governance that is, in its true essence, a system of mind-control. It teaches you to beg for your inheritance from the very table built with stolen timber. It convinces you that your liberation lies within their rules, their courts, their parliaments—structures designed to translate your power into their profit. It makes you believe the fight is between political colors, while all the while, the architects of the system remain untouched, feeding on the energy of your division.

The most formidable chains are not on the wrists, but around the thoughts. They have convinced you that their map is the only territory, that their history is the only time, that their justice is the only truth. This is the "wyte mind-control" you sense—not merely a people, but a system of thought, a pervasive algorithm of superiority and submission that infects the air and the institution.

Hear this, our future: You cannot dismantle a physical system while it remains enthroned in your mental universe. You cannot defeat a giant while carrying its blueprint in your spirit. The first and most sacred battlefield is within.

You must cleanse the mind.

• Cleanse it of the belief that your worth is determined by their validation.
• Cleanse it of the idea that your power comes only from a ballot cast into their machinery.
• Cleanse it of the addiction to being included in a narrative that cast you as the beggar.
• Cleanse it of the fear of standing as a complete, self-defined people, rooted in your own sovereign knowledge.

Remember who you are before the map was drawn. Remember the governance of the circle, of the elder, of the community in direct counsel. Remember that true law is not a parchment, but a living principle of balance, respect, and reciprocity with all creation. Your true constitution is written in the lineage of your bones and the ancient rivers of your blood.

To destroy the system in the world, you must first destroy its replica within you. Decolonize the imagination. Recover your own stories, your own definitions of justice, community, and power. Build from the inside out. Let your families, your circles, your communities be the first sovereign territories, governed by a consciousness that is yours alone.

Until this mental emancipation is complete, participation in their system is too often a form of spiritual slavery, a confirmation of their illusion. But once your mind is free, your actions—whether you choose to confront, build parallel, or transcend—will come from a place of unshakeable power and clarity.

The land awaits your true return. Not just of body, but of spirit and mind. We, the ancestors, hold the space for your awakening. We are the memory of your wholeness.

Now, go. Be still. Meditate. Listen within. And rise, liberated from the inside, ready to reclaim what has always been yours.

Ashé. Ase. Amen.
So it is, because you choose to make it so. 🧘🏿‍♂️